Call him what you want, just make sure you use 'winner'

ROCHESTER, N.Y. — This man calls for closer study, this Jason Dufner. He hits it pure, fairways and greens. He has the beautiful wife. He didn't play a lick until he was old enough to drive, and then he knocked around in golf's bush leagues for two or three years.

Now he has won millions on the PGA Tour and, in Sunday's dying light on one of the game's grand stages, he lifted high the Wanamaker Trophy with his name engraved alongside Nicklaus and Woods, Snead and Hogan.

All this hero stuff and yet, to see him, you'd think … well, first you'd think they don't make heroes like they used to.

"A surfer gone to seed."

"Iron Byron with a beer belly."

"Living proof of something I haven't figured out yet."

Twitter danced with sweet insults as Dufner won the PGA Championship at Oak Hill Country Club. One twit thought that The Duff's unmanaged hair, sprouting sideways over his ears and popping out the back of his cap, was proof that he'd missed his every-other-month appointment at the drive-through barber shop in Auburn. Not to mention the flavor-catcher growing under his lip, and the dip inside that lip, and the body language that runs the gamut from A to B.

"I come across as a pretty cool customer, I guess," he said.

Cool? Comatose.

"But there are definitely some nerves out there," he said, "especially when you're trying to win a major championship."

Nerves? Could have fooled us.

"Pretty nervous on that first 3-footer," he said.

That would be at the first hole. Made it. After that, he said, "I was really settled in and determined to play well today and give myself a chance. ... I would say I was pretty flatlined for most of the day."

Here he is, Jason Dufner, out of Cleveland, now living in Alabama, the first flatlining hero in American sports.

Big drive and 3-wood at the par-5 fourth to set up a birdie. Tied Jim Furyk for the lead. Big drive at the fifth — "I went right at it" — and a wedge that spun back to 6 inches. Another birdie.

Suddenly, he was the tournament leader and he never let up. Two more kick-in birdies won it for him, the second at the 16th hole when Furyk, hanging in, might have thought he had a chance.

Furyk was on the green, 18 feet away. Then Dufner, from 105 yards, stuffed another wedge to 6 inches. Furyk made his putt for a birdie, but it meant nothing.

Twitter sang in praise.

"A stone cold killer."

"A stiletto slid under Furyk's rib cage."

Though they finished the formalities of the 17th and 18th holes, there was nothing more to decide. Furyk was two shots down coming to Oak Hill's two most difficult holes. And Dufner had striped everything all day, no reason to think he'd change when it meant the most.

They limped in, both making bogeys on the last two holes. No Adam Scott fist-pumping birdie to set up a Masters playoff. No Justin Rose 4-iron before blowing a kiss skyward to his late father.

No bold, gambling, daredevil of a 3-wood to match the one Phil Mickelson threaded through the eye of Muirfield's 17th fairway needle. If it's theatrics you want in your golf, do not, by any means, give Jason Dufner a two-shot lead at the turn on Sunday.

Here's what he'll do to you ...

At the turn, Dufner saw he was two shots up. He'd turned in 32 with three birdies. Coming off a par at the ninth, he strung together six more, smooth, efficient, unflappable. Then, at the 16th, it was over.

The only remaining question was, how would Jason Dufner celebrate?

From 12 feet at the 18th, he had three putts to win.

As a kid, sure, "I thought about 'This putt here is to win ... ' "

He left the putt 6 inches away.

"Fortunate with me," he said to the assembled media afterward, and scribblers thought they'd seen a change of expression, an almost-smile, though they could only testify under oath that there was a tiny, little, really small hint of amusement in Dufner's tone as he spoke of the 6-inch putt. "That last putt was right in the perfect range for me to make it."

No drama there.

Cooler than cool, this man: "There's not much to celebrate from 6 inches or less," he said. "But it was nice to have that short of a putt … but, you know, I didn't practice many 4- to 6-inchers to win a tournament."